Today was a generally crummy day. Work was long, busy, frustrating. I felt tired from the moment I got there and things simply drifted downhill from there. Everyone and everything seemed to annoy Me, for no particularly good reason.
Finally getting home didn't improve My mood much. There was nothing I felt like eating. Blogger was moving very slowly (it took about ten tries to load this page).
It's the sort of day where the ultimate end of it, one's head laying on the pillow and abandoning everything to the respite of sleep, seems like the best and only improvement.
But of course it's only 7PM, and though I could probably force Myself to sleep now, doing so would be disastrous -- I'd be wide awake at 2:30AM and that would turn tomorrow into a nightmare.
Sitting here, the Orville Reddenbacher lookailke on TV droning on in the background about eharmony's 1,392 dimensions of compatibility or whatever it is, I get to thinking about bad days, and how they have their place. In the inventory of life, the simple cliched truth is that days like today when taken as part of the mass, help form the baseline of life. The baseline from which the great days, the moments of elation, the absolutely fantastic parts of life, spring up and stand out. And that very amplitude above the baseline is a big part of what makes the great days great.
So in the end it's a day to file away under "crummy," close the drawer and smile. Another bad day bites the dust. My overall odds have improved by a tiny bit going forward. Cool.
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Hoping the rest of your night is peaceful and tomorrow proves to be a much better day :)
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